whatever happened to howard cosell?

where are the fur hats and the vodka with black bread, hard boiled egg, and red onion? where have i parked my steamship blue lada? where have i left my glossy mafia catalog and my uzi t-shirt? where have i left my capitalism golf polo and free enterprise key chain? somewhere in the taiga amid the permawind i am sitting on a frozen lake fishing for pushkin. i am freezing on a lake fishing for akhmatova and painting death smiles on snowmen. where are the fur hats and the gold wide world of sports blazers? whatever happened to howard cosell?